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Date Posted: 09:43:52 06/25/02 Tue
The Roundtable Of Life
The birds were singing their
last hoorah of the day
mountain air so crisp and clean
stamping it all indelibly on my mind,
riding this bicycle at sixty four, trying to
regain some endurance, energy lost
those birds kept chirping, calling, the wind
blowing in my face as up hill and down I rode
Last evening Jonathan, six, and I took a ride
coming downhill for home a young fox crossed
just before us on the road and up the bank of a yard
he was favoring one leg, as if an injury he had sustained,
soon we'll be leaving this mountain top, crossing states,
closer to family, shorter winters, not so hard to live through
so many thoughts riding the ridge of my mind, pedaling
faster, winded at rides end, smiling to myself
I am young again for those moments if in mind
only, no encumbrance or weighty thoughts belabored,
my mother asked if I was leaving a forward address
for my birds I will leave behind, I will miss the
soughing of the wind in the trees, cool mountain breeze
watching the birds fly to window feeder, bringing joy,
smiles and a fondness born of love for His creation given,
Oh Lord, each moment, each day stands on it's own
The mystery of this life, joys flowing beside deep sorrow,
laughter and tears, hope and fear for tomorrow,
I know my place in His plan for creation, mankind, it
brings a certain peace, even in the midst of pain and loss
whether mine or others, I cannot sever myself from this
heartbeat of life, coming from, streaming out, of His heart
it is not geography which brings content and tranquility
it is the Spirit of Him who is there, mountain or wide spaces
I travel not alone in this journey on planet earth
somehow it has been know in my spirit from birth
I can know joy, yet aware of the sorrows of another,
though incompatible they ride together, one cannot fence
themselves away, separate from the stream of life which flows,
wars and rumors of wars, hatred and killing, bringing cries
which sound around the earth and out into the Universe, it is
around me but shall not drown me, I will walk on those waters
sharon ~ June 25, 2002
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